So, there you have it...

My best friend has proposed an evening together. Not for fun, but for maintenance. It would seem that events in my life this past year have left me confused and angry. 'Course, one wouldn't know that walking down the street, but I guess being my best friend and all, she has some insight.

Wonder what it is she'll say? My mind knows. I keep brushing against the edge of it not wanting to confront it full on until then. Funny, I'm rarely on this end of it. It's usually me taking initiative, saying the things no one wants to hear, placing that ugly ol' mirror in front of a face. I'm looking forward to it in a "gotta have that surgery or die" kind of way.

• smoking
• losing weight
• lost interest
• i could go on and on, but, eh, who the hell cares?